War Paradise

Half an hour later, the old man who had just returned to his "studio", after listening to Lin Chi's plan, couldn't help shouting:

"Wait, kid, you really want to help him get into the upper city? Are you crazy?"

Shen Wenchong's wrinkled old face showed an unbelievable expression: "Without a wooden sign, it is impossible to get in!"

——Only those who hold the pass wooden sign are eligible to enter and leave the Shangcheng District. If you enter without such a "pass", you will only be guarded by a large number of dolls inside and chopped into meat sauce with a saber.

"Don't worry, you don't need to go in." Lin Chi smiled.

"Do you think I'm stupid? If you die, the old man will have to follow along!" Shen Wen pointed angrily at the collar around his neck.

While the two of them were talking, the organ doll "centipede" created by the old man leaned against the wall with expressionless face. The skinny artist, who looked like a skeleton, was standing in front of a stone table with his arms folded. What to think.

"Do you not trust your master?" Lin Chi shook his left hand in front of the old man meaningfully: "Don't forget whose hands your old life is in your hands!"

"..."

Even though Shen Wenchong looked like he was about to be out of a heart attack, he couldn't refute it for a while, but said slowly with a trembling voice, "How do you want to get in?"

"Get in." Lin Chi said solemnly.

"I think you must be crazy..." Shen Wenchong almost spouted a mouthful of old blood: "Even if it is my'centipede', it is impossible to solve so many guards!"

In fact, Lin Chi knew very well that in this case, getting a pass wooden sign was the safest way. However, this ancient black technology "pass", like modern ID cards, is precisely corresponding to everyone.

Just grabbing other people's wooden plaques will not allow him to pass the level, and forging a wooden plaque that allows oneself to enter, even the most skilled engineer will take two days.

And now, there is no time to waste.

"Don't worry, I have a way." Lin Chi patted the old man's shoulder comfortingly, and suddenly changed the subject: "You can lift the prohibition on the feng shui engine for'do not harm humans', right?"

"So what? We can't fight the puppet guards in Shangcheng District at all." Shen Wenchong shook his head.

"It's really impossible to rely on the agency dolls." Lin Chi smiled: "But there should be other'heavy machinery' in this city?"

Hearing this, Shen Wenchong was stunned for two seconds, and then immediately understood what Lin Chi meant: "You mean..."

"That's it." Lin Chi looked down at the small old man in front of him: "You know."

...

At noon. On the street where it had just snowed, there was a hint of coldness in the air. The pedestrians wrapped in long robes exhaled a hint of white breath, and walked hurriedly under the tall fence:

At the boundary between Midtown and Shangcheng, stands a wall close to ten meters high, which is neatly stacked with square rocks.

Looking at the horrible thickness of this wall, even with heavy artillery, there is no way to blast a gap in this wall.

Those who want to enter and exit the upper city can only pass through the entrances and exits located in the four directions of the wall.

At least twenty guards in black robes are responsible for guarding each entrance and exit. Once fighting breaks out, a large number of guards in the upper city will rush out to support their comrades.

In addition, in order to protect the magnificent "garden" behind the city wall, there are several heavy leader-level puppets who can rush out to fight at any time.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you want to rush into the upper city directly from the main entrance, it is simply an impossible task!

However, even so, there are still some "macho men" who are not afraid of death, who are planning to challenge this terrorist barrier:

"what is that?"

Seeing several "mechanical chariots" swaggering past the street, the pedestrians on the side of the street retreated one after another, and did not immediately recognize what these machines were.

Rushing to the front is a metal chariot painted black, with a tiger pattern painted on the shell with white paint.

The five pairs of road wheels under the body are particularly eye-catching, and the front of the tiger's head is equipped with a circular runner full of blades that is spinning wildly, making a dangerous buzzing sound.

This chariot is like an unstoppable wild beast, rushing through the street at a very fast speed. And behind this tiger are two other tanks of the same shape!

Even though the bodies of these three locomotives were obviously reinforced by metal plates, after a brief period of surprise, some passers-by recognized the true body of this thing:

"This is... Downhill Tiger?"

——As the mechanism technology is widely used in all walks of life, the farmland that originally required farmers to harvest by themselves is now all contracted by this type of heavy harvester called the "Xiashan Tiger".

Although it looks extremely dangerous, the built-in Feng Shui engine of "Xiashan Tiger" also has a prohibition of "not allowed to hurt anyone".

Under normal circumstances, even if someone wants to drive this kind of harvester to crush others, they will forcibly stop before hitting the opponent!

But people on the street quickly realized that the situation is not normal now:

"GOGOGO!"

In the front of the harvester, an incomprehensible foreign language came. Under the gaze of everyone's surprised eyes, the three "Down Mountain Tigers" made a straight turn and rushed straight to the center of the city wall in Shangcheng District, the door that was not closed!

Seeing that the other party was about to break in, the guards of the agency dolls in front of the door pulled out their sabers and blocked the front door, shouting sternly: "Stop!"

However, their bodies alone can't stop the "Xiashan Tiger" who has been modified by an old man and equipped with heavy armor!

When the metal runner in front of the harvester touched the body of the black robe doll, there was a piercing noise similar to a chainsaw cutting wood. The human wall composed of twenty guards did not even slow down the tiger a little bit. , Like wheat being harvested, neatly crushed to the ground!

In an instant, the wooden bodies of twenty guards were shredded, and three harvesters rushed into the main entrance of the Shangcheng District. The road wheels were crushed on the flat bluestone streets, leaving a few shocking ruts.

"Step aside!"

Sitting in the small cab, Lin Chi roared and pulled the joystick to the end, observing the scene on the street through the porthole in front of the car.

What you see is a "king city" covered with thin snow. The blue and white jade railings on the roadside are tattooed with dragon patterns. The architectural style of the houses highlights the word "luxury". The passersby on the street are also wearing expensive furs. Coat or silk robe. Obviously it is the "superior person" that Shen Wen rushed to say.

Seeing an unbelievable scene, these dignified and accustomed dignitaries also turned and fled under the protection of private guards, but those guys who took the locomotive on the street were not so lucky.

"Die, trash!"

Accompanied by Shen Wenchong's old voice, the harvester on Lin Chi's left side ran into a tortoise-shaped wooden locomotive on the street in front of him.

The invincible iron wheels of "Xiashan Tiger" ran directly over the opponent's body, cutting the body and the passengers in the car into unrecognizable **** fragments!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Pedestrians on the street screamed in horror and fled indiscriminately. On the street in front, there was once again a black guard.

These conscientious black-robed dolls, even in this situation, are still trying to maintain law and order. It's a pity that their bodies, in front of the harvester modified by Shen Wenchong, are as vulnerable as autumn wheat!

After another crazily crushing, the sawdust drifted in the air with the cold wind-thirty dolls were crushed into dust without any suspense under the harvest of the tiger.

"Well, I'll say there will be a way." Lin Chi grabbed the wooden microphone installed in the front of the cockpit and began to use the "cobweb" communication device to contact the two nearby harvesters.

Although very inconspicuous, there are indeed slender silver wires connected between the bodies of the three harvesters.

The technology tree in this world has not yet reached the point where it can communicate wirelessly. If the distance between the harvesters is too far, the communication between them will be cut off.

"Boy, your method is indeed good, but I didn't expect to grab the'Tiger Down the Mountain' to use it." Shen Wenchong's voice came over.

Due to the "massage" just now, the old man seemed to be in a much better mood, but he still criticized this action:

"It's not that the old man attacked you. Have you ever thought that the city still has heavy puppets built by royal organs?"

"Let me take care of the heavy puppet, and you will go with the painter." Lin Chi said as he drove a turn and drove up to the center of the city, the magnificent palace.

As the two sides began to separate their operations, the contact between him and the other two NPCs was also severed. When Lin Chi was about to make a circle in front of the palace to attract firepower, a red hazard warning suddenly lit up in his sight:

The preconditions have been fulfilled, and the BOSS battle "General" has been triggered!

The heavy puppet generals created by the royal organist Xia Ye are the real patron saints of the upper city. Once there are intruders who cannot be dealt with by ordinary guards, these symbolize the pinnacle of organ art. The incomparable generals will appear, killing any daring The opponent standing in front of them!